John Cale
John Cale
John Cale
John Cale
John Cale
John Cale
John Cale
John Cale
John Cale
John Cale
John Cale
Like a broken winged, like a broken bird
She senses everything that's near her
And nothing in the light of day could see how
How her happiness faded away
Her happiness faded away with the night
Away with the dawn as the sea faring galleon
The fish and the heron
Walking stiffly, the stalker oblivion
Keep me alive in the stars at night
And I'll shine on you like a way
The broken wing on the bird
A broken wing he didn't have to break
Only reading, reading the wrong signs
And thinking, hell where is harm in just saying
Could it be I'm just saying the same thing again?
And, ladies and gentlemen, carry me down to Hell
Lend me, lend me your fires
'Cause I'm broken winged
Could be anything
Any day, any time or year or month
Satisfied, are you satisfied?
Now that, that you're satisfied
Done it again